Представляем точный текст композиции "Industrial Revolution" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Immortal Technique . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Industrial Revolution» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Immortal Technique передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Immortal Technique - "Industrial Revolution"
Lyrics to Industrial Revolution : [Verse 1] Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique, metaphysics The bling-bling era was cute but its about to be done I leave ya full of clipse like the moon blocking the sun my metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch like an escape tunnel in prison I started from scratch and now these parasites wanna prosenna my asscap trying to control perspective like an acid flashback but heres a quotable for every single record exec get your fucking hands out my pocket nigga like Malcolm X but this aint a movie, Im not a fan or a groupie and Im not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me curse to heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts darkening dreams no ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing schemes I leave ya to your own destruction like sparking a fiend cuz you got jealousy in ya voice like star scream and thats the primary reason that I hate ya faggots Ive been nice since niggaz got killed over 8-ball jackets and Reebok Pumps that didnt do shit for the sneaker Im a heatseaker with features thatll reach through the speaker and murder counter revolutionaries personally break a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury ANRs tribe jerking me thinking they call shots offered me a deal and a blanket full of small pocks your all getting shot, you little fucking tregerous bitches [Hook] This is the business, and yall aint getting nothing for free and if you devils play broke, then Im taking your company you can call it reparations or restitution lock and load nigga, industrial revolution [Verse 2] I want fifty three million dollars for my collar stand like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban and fuck packing grams nigga, learn to speak and behave you wanna spend twenty years as a government slave two million people in prison keep the government paid stuck in a six block eight cell alive in the grave i was made by revolution to speak to the masses deep in the club toast the truth, reach for the classes I burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you bastards innocent deep in a casket, columbian fashion intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion you motherfuckers will never get me to stop blastin your better off asking Ariel Sharon for compasion your better off banging for twenty points for a label your better off battling cancer under telephone cabels Technique chemically unstable, set to explode foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in codes so if your message aint shit, fuck the records you sold cuz if you go platinum, its got nothing to do with luck it just means that a million people are stupid as fuck stuck in the underground in general and rose to the limit without distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick Revolutionary Volume 2, murder the critics and leave your fucking body rotten for the roaches and crickets [Hook] [ Industrial Revolution Lyrics ]
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